LOST CAUSES?

That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as they see the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.

Oh darling, love is but a fairytale.

Tell me this: Do the parts of me living feel him more intensely on behalf of the parts of me buried? or Do my fallen limbs lie trembling like freshly shed lizard tails leaving this rotted wood carcass to feel everything in shallow reverberations?

I survived, but it’s not a happy ending.

Life isn’t perfect. We chase people who take us for granted. We give time to people who never give us their attention. We love people who can’t love us back. We want to have things we can never have. But why do we keep on hoping? What keeps us holding on to life if it gives us pain and disappointments we can no longer handle? We keep on moving forward and waking up every morning with a hope that it’s not a bad life after all.

I survived, but it’s not a happy ending.

Fuck your soft words. Compare me not to stars But to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons. See me not for my beauty and fire See me for the natural disaster I am. Fuck your soft words Because I am not soft.